then there are those times when i want to refuse.


maybe the older you get, the more zen-like your world perspective becomes.
you start to realize that certain things are part and parcel of this life and that no amount of whining and complaining changes the reality of it.
you also realize that a lot of things are actually within your power to control and that you were never subject to conventional mindsets all along.
but when you start the evolution towards this end of the scale, you begin to lose the zest and excitement for the little things that were once the source of your amusement.
you start to view everything as being in a state of equilibrium, of apparent rest, of supposed existence.
dont touch, unless you're prepared to handle change.
is it really a good thing when peace comes from the absence of concern?
its time for revision.


never write someone a love song.
for you never know when that love might leave.
leaving you with a sodden memory of a fool's endeavours.


let me do something about this distance.
i cannot see how faith and believing suffice.
deeds?
deeds could be for the sole purpose of assuring myself and nothing more.
how do i do this.


you're still you to me.
although your demeanour occasionally puzzles.
and our conversations rarely strike the chords they used to.
you're still that person many years ago, who wept as you told me the most beautiful story.
at least to me, i remember you that way.


great, deadlines galore.


dont stray
dont ever go away
i should be much too smart for this
you know it gets the better of me sometimes.

perfection at 1:23 AM